I know, I know. It’s been months.
I still don’t know what the direction of this site is, but at this point it’s about to be renamed “Monte´s COVID Chronicles and Other Random Shit.” Anyway, it’s 3:53 am. My eyes are red and itchy as hell, my throat feels like an army of fire-ants are using it to rehearse the opening number in STOMP, and I have heartburn like a pregnant woman in her first trimester. Fix it, Jesus.